Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2018 06:47:44 -0400 From: whipped@protonmail.com Subject: Doing the Wrong Thing 4 Adult Youth/Incest This is a complete work of fiction. It is not based on anyone or any real situation. It is completely fabricated. Never do anything like this in real life. All characters are eighteen and over. You must be eighteen and over to read. This chapter is really short and just a way to fill in what happened before the next and after the last. If you enjoy this and other stories, please donate to Nifty. Doing the Wrong Thing Part Four Calvin stared at CJ. The boy had sat up and was turned slightly to the side. He was covered in cum and so was the mattress. It took Calvin a minute to realize what that meant. Instead of breaking CJ of this whole queer thing with the ugly trucker, he had witnessed CJ being used as a fuck hole and cumming from it. He had stared in the boy's eyes as the pain turned to pleasure. His boy had nutted from a fat older man rutting inside him. It was disgusting. He snapped his finger and pointed to the floor in front of him. CJ tenderly got up from the bed and then knelt in front of him. Calvin decided to make things very clear. He said: You earned your underwear back, boy. I am willing to take you back home tonight or let you stay here and try to earn some more money. Either way, you are a cunt now. If I say C or CJ because your brother or mother is around you need to know I mean Cunt. That's all you are now. A throat and ass. An object to please dick. You understand? CJ nodded. Calvin continued: I like to get deepthroated and to fuck once or twice a day. You will drop whatever you are doing if I want your throat or ass. Day or night. If someone approaches you and calls you a filthy cunt, they've paid for your pussy. Clear? CJ looked like he was about to start crying again. His eyes were still red. But any sympathy I might have had was quashed by the cum stuck on his nipples and dripping down his belly. Calvin stood up for a second and undressed. He folded his clothes and put them in a pile on the table. Then he sat back down and leaned back in the chair. He flipped the television on and found one of the free porn channels. On the screen, a young blonde girl was rimming a man his age. His dick started to harden. Calvin pointed to the tv and told his son, "Do that." Then he lifted his legs. CJ I stared at my dad. He was naked and in shape and totally different from Bubba D. Fit. But I couldn't believe what he was asking. In the past two days, I had been fucked and sucked dick. I had never imagined licking there. Then his dad spoke, "I either feel your tongue up my asshole or I walk out and leave you here. Your choice." I gulped. I could see his asshole. It was covered in a few hairs. His balls were heavy and full. His dick was soft and six inches. I knew what I had to do. I lowered myself and used one hand to lift his balls and cock out of the way. Then I stuck my tongue in his ass. He moaned. I gagged, but did as I was told. When Calvin got home, he installed locks on his boys' doors. He would give them each a key and keep one for himself. He also came up with a story to tell his wife. It was simple enough and perfect. He told her he caught CJ jerking off in his bedroom and had to have a talk with him. The door having a lock was their compromise. He said it also made him realize how quickly he was growing up and that they needed to spend more time together. He also told her a bs story about CJ being depressed over a girl at school. She ate it up. The door had another purpose, of course. He instructed CJ to sleep naked on his belly. He also bought a ballgag and instructed CJ to put it in his mouth and lock it every night before bed. Some nights, his wife would take her sleeping pills and be out by eleven. Those nights he would wake CJ up the second she was out. Usually, he'd drag him to the floor, take out the ballgag, and treat CJ's throat to a rough fuck. Sometimes, he would sit at the boy's computer and watch porn while the kid blew him. Everyonce in a while, he would lay on the bed and relax and get head for a whole hour or two. A hard cuff to the head anytime he felt teeth led to the boy becoming an accomplished little dick sucker. He learned to eat ass like a champ too. Calvin could see how much he hated it in his eyes and by the gagging and wretching sounds he made. But within the first week, CJ was an expert butt muncher. The nights it took her longer to fall asleep or that he wound up not using CJ until morning were the nights the ballgag came into play. He would unlock CJ's door, go in, relock it, and stare at the boy's naked ass as he jerked himself hard. And then he would mount the boy, usually with lube, and fuck him. Sometimes it would be completely hard and without mercy. A quick hurried nut before work. The boy would gasp and cry under him as he used his hole. The ballgag muffled any screams or yips. Calvin enjoyed those fucks the most. Sometimes, though, he'd go easy and slow. He'd enjoy the boy waking up to the sensation of getting fucked and the mix of pain and pleasure. Those fucks were about making the boy realize he was a whore. It was about making the boy cum from dick up his ass and telling him over and over he was a worthless faggot. It was nothing personal, he was just teaching the boy his place.